Blast from the Past Thread #26 ** Talk to me ** P 132, Ep 299 - Page 46

Originally posted by: aarwen

Sorry couldn't help myself. lovely those lines in pink.. took me right back to that night..

why sorry... thanks so much. that guest house i can't forget.

Originally posted by: sohara

he should come back, he has to come back. I'm dying every day to see his handsome face. He is too good looking. his acting is beyond anything.

My irritating brother also admitted this that he is good looking than any other Indian TV actors.

Why he is not doing TV? All the current actors are everywhere in TV, in reality show, in award show, in dramas, movies commercial. Why his presence is so less, except some sporadic visit in Radio show like Malini. If he would've appointed me as his PR or manager.😊

ha ha, irritating brother... why are they all irritating... even mine.

i don't think barun wants to do tv right now, trying to get into films... this waiting is killing me, i am practically hallucinating i'll run into him in some shopping centre here or a restaurant, maybe he will go for a jog to the botanical garen... haal is very behaal. this deprivation is too much.

if he appoints you, please do take me as your assistant.

Originally posted by: DurgaS

News update: 10/9/14

IF users had a Harry Potter type experience when they couldn't reach their abode, 🤣 i.e. IF for a long time. Just like the Death Eaters hovering over Hogwarts, IF was attacked by DDoS, i.e. Distributed Denial of Service. The evil guys chose midnight as their time of attack when the IF techies were happily napping. They surrounded IF in large numbers preventing access to the genuine users. This caused a state of chaos among the forumwasis, which remained for a good seven hours, till the authorities came, clarified, cleared the ruckus, thus making way for the users into their dreamland.

This unexpected occurrence raised fears among the users with regard to the safety of the vast amount of their works saved in IF. A desperate need to save the same elsewhere has been identified. Though the process is time taking, it has been agreed to make a start so as not to lose their hard work to any such further attacks.

Meanwhile, on the thread, some members are having a ball chatting in the Makiss language. Makiss means the language Mami would speak if she were to talk in the Shakespearean language. Words such as Raijaddan ka hotistuff bitwa, bhys and bherefores,etc.' have already become popular. However, not everyone is able to groove in this Makiss land. Our blaster, Sohara, was found doing somersaults, trying to get the head and tails of the language, but finally gave up. This young student, who already has to deal with many subjects at school, found it too much when she had to face the need to learn yet another language. She is not alone. There have been whispers between non Makiss talkers to demand a dictionary for understanding the fun filled chats. poor non maakiss speakers, maybe we should speak their language sometimes too, but hayee such a bootiphool language, bherephore aren't thouj!

IPKland seems to absorb just about any element from other fictional worlds, from Harry Potter to Katy Perry songs. Last heard, the cutest cutie pies of Disneyland made their way in. Chip and Dale, while quarelling over a huge aircon, walked in, in the form of NK and Khushi with a twisted pendrive cum pendant. 😆 While Issk claimed that these pendants were available on the streets of the Indian capital, the demand for the same seemed to suddenly rise. i bhants i bhants pilleejh.

The news desk, while deciding not to go in search of the silly pendant, has instead decided to give a hearty welcome to the cute, muttering Chip and Dale.

News updates

hyuk hyuk, wonderful durga... after a long time, an update...

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 277

sometimes a thing is so perfect i just sit back and watch astounded, a happiness spreading. i still remember the first time i saw this teri meri sequence. i had no idea that was about to happen... asr was sitting with his back against a wall, despair etched across his visage and loneliness, when suddenly he seemed to go right into himself and then this appartion like thing rose from within and walked out.

i had of course seen such things in movies and somehow asr doing that was just not in any way asr. by now the lack of barun had started taking its toll and i think i was ready to throw up my hands and do a dramatic shrug to denote this episode to was a goner... when i noticed a crazy weird wonder yearning something in his eyes and the white linen shirt... billowing... also there were fairy lights.

think my post the next day said, he has stolen that shirt from my cupboard since i am a white linen lover and often in my floaty white shirts.
he looked like a sailor who had spotted a mermaid while lost at sea and scatterbrained from too much sun.

i went looking for my piece on crooner and here is what i'd written to honeypriya, i feel exactly that even now:

hope you did read my note on the extra-logical space i roam with ipk.

this story pulls me somewhere else, makes me want to flow with it. you are right, its storyteller is different, touched by something way outside the normal span of television narratives. great writers often speak of how a character comes to life and leads the teller, has that happened with the story of ipk? does it call its writers to frontiers unknown and they follow finding the right path through sheer instinct and extreme skill?

This was Nisaar...his idea...his flow which Arshad made it so dreamy that i can't take my eyes off...I love...No iadore this as this is touching the pure base of Sufism...

i didn't see a dream there. i saw that flowing of two inseparables toward each other. she stood there on the spot where such dreams had started, a payal clasped on, and thought of him intensely. he lifted his head and left his body without volition as though he'd heard something and looked and there she was, in the colours of the surf, the waves, the ocean, the sky, and he in his pearlescent white went and merged with her. that perfectly poised streak of red on her forehead and the dance of ebb and flow told the tale of a man who longed for his mate, his patni, and a woman who grew from a girl to a woman only after he made a mark in her life. the words cascaded in perfect meaning and time stopped meaning anything. only three and a half minutes?
👏👏👏
i floated with them for hours. they were in my room last night, i counted my loose white linen shirts, had he taken one of them?

i am so with you on this neo-surreal heightening of the story. it is precisely that. the linking of dreams from her nightmare amid thorns with its scattered pearls, payal, key. we have been touching those clues in reality, in surreality. and why surreality seems not at all absurd is because those who have loved know it isn't.

beyond the oceans, beyond the skies, where galaxies swim in endless seas, love takes you there and says, come meet. to flow into the vast embrace of this emotion you have to give hard reality a slip from time to time, for that's where the emotion lives, nurtures, grows; sometimes so much it becomes a story, a story we want to hear again and again. and feel in our lives.

for a while now, ever since the initial attraction between two people started to change colour and enter their beings, till love has found utterance in faraq padta hai and saansey ruk jaygi, we've been to extra real spaces with them. the dreams, the reveries, the hut with its magical trove of required things. i am spellbound by this daring stretch of imagination. grateful that someone was willing to take that risk.

(i have taken out a part i no longer feel the same about... shall chat about it at the end.)

sanaya looked beautiful yesterday. and i don't mean just physically. the girl growing up into a woman that i first witnessed on that walk from anjali's room to arnav and her room straight after his i love you, the one who fearlessly walked into her dream with him, extending her hand and silencing his remorse, she has grown even more into the woman who is his patni, in bangla a lovely word, stree. yes priya, i agree as yet an innocent wife, beautiful isn't it. oh she was definitely there with him today, and even after he returned to the cell and sat down, she took a moment before walking away slowly.


his "khushi!" bridged surreal and the three dimensions that bind us. as she spun around, desperation in her eyes, she was a wife who can hear the call as she lands back in reality and their meeting is over for the moment.

hitchcock comes to mind sometimes when i look at the kidnap and the planning and plotting. all of this is just red herring, mcguffin, the real story is that pyaar. and of course, sanaya, is classic hitchcock leading lady,⭐️ cool on the outside, smouldering within. so we had read way back in college. didi ki saut they might have wanted to call it but iss pyaar ko kya naam doon? wanted to get written. so happy the writers didn't resist.

this is what i scribbled and edited as i watched the scene this time.

a girl stands waiting by the water thinking of the one she loves... classic lover's demeanour and pose, a lost air, bereft... viraha. she is radha, she is heer, she is khushi by their poolside and he isn't there. what use is the balcony to juliet if romeo isn't going to climb to it... what use is the poolside to khushi if arnav ji won't bully her here and make her walk backward in terror, in desire, or kiss her, or slip on that payal.

the stars shine up there... i think of you... payal, make me wear that payal again... brush the lock off my forehead, touch my face, love me...
hold my dupatta in your hand draw me close... kiss me... i miss you...

yet, he is not that far away, he can feel you thinking, he lifts his head, a baffling despair...

and from deep in him, a part does rise... that which nothing can shackle, nor harm, nor burn... na hannyate, it cannot be destroyed...

within us, the eternal part that is really truly us...

and before him she floats, also arisen... never to be held down or tied... she seeks him and he is here. he yearns for her and look, there she is.

this is the story of a love that perhaps should not be told, just felt. and danced to.

Beyond that indi

what might have been ridiculous... two actors never failed to make sublime.

the wind came swishing like the breath of the universe, saansey... and wrapped space in its dream...

Brilliant metaphor

among hard naked bulbs, fairy lights gleamed... in a hard, heartless space filled with cartons and odd wooden furniture, ladders, ropes and remarkably unpretty things, the essence of two people met and merged and made love and everything was, in direct contrast to what was all around, absolutely beautiful.

it was a set and yet it was not...

a girl in white with trimmings of prussian blue stood with an air that said she was sad, she missed him, where was he...

a white shirt billowed, here, i was here all the time... sand and surf and oceans met, pearls dropped through the mingling...

where are you? i am here... your and mine, mine and your... our story of love is difficult...

why do you smile at me, girl in flying dupatta, always there you're always there, the touch of your dupatta near my bosom, my chest...

how her dupatta always knew how to find him... unerringly from that day at the mazar and so many times later... and when a dupatta flew from his hand, it had known where to land... where to find her.

A Dhaga ...a String to bind them for forever

the wind rises and calls the lovers to prayer, to belief, for this is a temple surely, a place sacred and precious and pure... (so those sham temple bells were perhaps perfectly placed here, who knows.)

walk, i will walk to you, lover, crossing barriers that i have carefully nurtured and held my world steady with... walls of reason, impenetrable, insurmountable, but see i walk through it now and over it... for the wind does call...

and i will come to you like a wave, the ocean or am i just a sad lonely girl by the water, missing my lover... yet here i am, come to you... reason? was there ever a need for that, did my heart ever grasp one, i was here even when reason said i oughtn't be.

teri meri meri teri
prem kahani hai mushkil...
do lavzon mein yeh bayan na ho paye

ek doojey se hue jooda jab ek dooje ke liye bane...

lovers meet and unite... feel and touch each other... turn and flow without any shame, any taboo, skin invites the feel of love, skin awakens and reaches... the flesh is as much a part of our essential selves, and our identity too.

his arm reached out when she reached him and he touched her lower back with a sense of right, possessive, he jerked her close to him, slamming against her skin. she stayed there straining against him, her body arched...

the first time they danced to these words together, they both longed yet didn't know how to say it even to themselves... yet before everyone their desire did assert itself and take them away to a world where no one but they were present... there was an escape from the three dimensional even then.

now they both know what they seek, and their yearning gathers force creating a world where indeed no one but just the two of them embrace, circle, hold and possess and speak of love without saying a word... in a parallel realm. and the song plays.

This is where all material and Duniyawi barriers collapse and merge with the barrier within...which is always there in every human ...but few know how to reach there.

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he held her face in his hands not quite believing it was indeed she. and she was gone. he felt lost, but then she came running to him and held him tight... she told him she couldn't live without him perhaps. he turned and grasped her in the most tender and yet sensual embrace...

tumse dil jo lagaya toh jahan maine paya...

kyun khuda tuney aisa mujhe khab a dikhaya jab haqiqat mein use todna tha...

he smiled at her as he sang... why such dreams must be shown if they are only to be broken.

the walls returned and the naked bulb, he was alone. but "khushi!" he said out loud as though calling out to someone not too far away... and she did hear him.

she did. every time.

Every time ..since Guest House...and behind closed eyes on that ramp in Lukhnow...A spell around them

however the first time i saw this episode, i had written some things which i no longer view the same way... at that point i had not seen the whole show and was still brimming with hope. i wrote:

"anjali got an obvious and clear moment to start getting curious. nice opening.


A door...I love that ...this is the same door when Arnav closes it before going to Temple to marry her so no one can find out the reason especially his Di...today his Di is opening it...to find out the reason...I love my IPK and it's hidden treasures...

shyam at the poolside, i rather enjoyed, again great writing, there was his desire to be everything he isn't namely, asr. that's the feeling i got. if only a poolside and a chair and a few billion rupees is all it took to make an asr."

yes, anjali could have grown into a really interesting character, had they stuck to an idea and progressed it. she saw khushi and shyam together a couple of times, even noticed it, yet later these were not even referred to.

😡😡😡 😡😡😡 😡😡😡 😡😡😡 😡😡😡 😡😡😡 😡😡😡

This pool needs to be purified.

and no, this time when i saw shyam at the poolside, i just wanted to haul him up and throw him out. but it was a clever way of telling us just how badly he wanted to be as big and on top of things as his saaley saab. so he sat on asr's chair at asr's poolside and planned to swipe asr's money, property and yes, asr's wife.

might have been great, but again, weak melodramatic dialogues and loud direction and acting.

one last thought: there were two palats by khushi in the episode. one to shyam and the other to asr... i wonder again was this mirroring thing done deliberately or it was just a coincidence.

That is why POOL was used indi...he is where she was talking to Arnav and He is talking to himself...Barriers within have been broken and barriers within has been made tall ...that he can't even see the good or evil or the difference of it...

Arnav is seeing only his love pure unconditionally and other side Shyam is thinking all the conditions which are going to take him where Arnav is ...which is impossible...

Originally posted by: sohara

Episode-277

Khushi asks help from Shyam. She wants him to accompany her in the lawyer's office, where she is going to sign some property papers. She has to endure Shyam for the time being to rescue Arnav safe and sound.

Shyam tells Anjali that he is going to meet some client. When Anjali comes to close the door, she sees Shyam is going with Khushi. She gets a bit incredulous, why he lied while he is going with Khushi!

After signing the papers in lawyer's office Shyam brings Khushi in a road side tea stall.

Gosh shyam is so cheap that brought Khushi in such cheap place!

He is and his mentality always shows and reflects that

Khushi also came as she had to win his trust. The thought of Arnav's rescue, causes her heart immune to all reasons and logic.

Her FOCUS IS only Arnavji

Shyam mutters himself that Khushi passed this exam, but she yet didn't tell him about Arnav's phone call.😡

When Shyam offers Khushi tea, she refutes, rather she wants to go home. Shyam asks her why she is so restless! If she goes home like this, everybody can suspect her. He thinks by taking him to the lawyer's office, she proved that she trusts him and can help her as well.

Khushi feigns to be angry. Shyam still can't trust her, so far he knows her, she can be so vindictive. Khushi pretends that she is frenetic, cause Arnav has ruined her life; so she has to be indignant.

Shyam is still ambiguous, thinking if she is so enraged on Arnav then why she didn't tell him about the phone call yet? Khushi says grimly, what Arnav is getting, is his punishment. She mentions Arnav's kidnapping, but she is perturbed also not to let the family knows about it. She is tensed, who are these kidnappers and what do they want!

Shyam trickily asks her does she suspect anybody.

She doesn't know who are they but one thing she knows if she let the family knows they may harm Arnav and what she doesn't want. Finally she tells him about the phone call, what makes Shyam jovial. She tells him in detail about the phone call, that she wanted to know what Arnav was trying to say, but the phone was cut in the crux of their conversation.

When Shyam looks at her with suspicion she retorts him, why he is looking at her like that, as if she has done something wrong. He is also a bad person, who is beguiling the family.

She gets up and intends to leave. Shyam calls her khushiji, khushiji,

"Mar Gaye Woh Khushi." She dissimulates anger. She continues her shenanigan, she was not like that, sometimes she thinks she is not the same Khushi any more. But Arnav compelled her to be like this.

"This money, property, was meaningless to me. But I have to think about my family and parents. For the sake of them Khushi has to be changed."

Shyam keeps a comforting hand on her shoulder.😡😡 She seethes in disgust inwardly. inspte of all the maelstrom raging inside her, she tries to be stoic just to enmesh him. his proximity ravages her soul, still she is bearing. 👏

With disgust, she brushes off his hand from her shoulder,

"why I am telling all this to you! Not sympathy, I also can't expect that you can understand."

Shyam thinks she came to know about the truth. May be it's late, but she also came to know that she can trust him. Khushi antagonizes him, he is no less and she hates both of them. Shyam grabs hold of her wrist vehemently to hear her abhorrence.

"After so much happened with you, you are still comparing me with Arnav! Till today, what he has given to you, only loathe!"

Khushi's heart cringes with pain, to hear insinuation of Arnav.

Shyam realizes that he is hurting Khushi, so he leaves her hand and says that till today he only loved her, myriad love. She should consider it for once, for the sake of him. Khushi turns away from him, tries to control her resentment and despise. She looks back with embroilment.

Shyam recollects the first time he met Khushi; she looked just like an angel and he fall in love with her at first sight, completely oblivious of his married status.

That one LOOK of Sanaya is precious and full of innocence but it was enough to stir any man's heart and no wonder this creep fell for her but I always think...he saw her first on that shoot and sent those goons to have her...

pause: At the begining of the show how they delineated Shyam, I never thought that he would turn to be so avaricious! I thought it was just his love for khushi what made him creepy! But like rest of other hindi soaps, they made him regular villain who coveted money, women and all sort of disgusting things.

I think every character changed but if u see there is a reason for that...to project his insanity but again the way it was done ...or may be Abhaas didn't get it how to deliver...

After Khushi left, Shyam says, she made him wait long, but he is optimistic, at least she thought about him.

Nk comes to khushi's room, he is tensed. He wants to know how far the thing progressed. Khushi tells him that she told Shyam everything. Or moreover he is aware of everything; because he is the master mind of all. Nk wants to know is everything going on according to the plan.

They recollect how they concocted the whole thing.

She intentionally asked money to Anjali in front of Shyam and gave the money to the guy. Later NK paid the guy for helping them.

Khushi remembered while passing Anjali's room, she heard the sound of temple bell and train whistle from the CD what Anjali was listening. She remembered, she heard the same sound while talking with Arnav. And when she asked anjali, she came to know that Shyam gave her the cd. Khushi became sure that this was the same sound what she heard while talking to Arnav. So it is obvious that shyam is behind the kidnapping. But she was dubious also, whether Shyam was trying to misguide them or not! She told NK about her suspicion and the property papers what she signed in lawyer's office .

NK asks Khushi, what if Shyam uses her signature to hurt Arnav! Khushi knows he won't be able to do such thing. Cause the paper what she signed was fake. she already met Arnav's lawyer Roy and he is a different person. But Shyam doesn't know about it. Khushi wants to return Anjali's money as soon as possible. She wants to get the burden of lie from her shoulder. She became pensive again for Arnav. Her heart breaches to think that she couldn't trace Arnav yet, though she talked to him on the phone, but she is very worried for him. she doesn't know for how long she will have to act with that nefarious man!

NK tries to console her that soon Shyam will help them to reach to Arnav. She should not worry much. Their plan sure will work.

In this time of crisis, NK sure came to Khushi's life like an angel, who incessantly gave her courage and supposrt and helped her as much as possible.

Relaxing on a lounge chair, by the poolside, Shyam is exulting his victory.

Is it the same poolside of Arnav's room or another which is also located by Anjali's room!

This anarchy is unbearable. During ASR's absence he is trying to entrench his position in RM. 😡

He thinks that his plan is working well and Khushi is leaning towards him. But she took a long time. He thinks he saw her genuine feelings for him in her eyes, what he has been longing to see. He recalls their convo and khushi's teary eyes. He promises that soon, he will fulfill all of her dreams; he will give her everything, money, comfort and all. Arnav will be out of her life and she will be his closest.

Shyam wants everything of ASR, his money, his property, even his wife!😡

But It disgusted me so much how he envisaged his life with Khushi.😡

By the poolside forlorn Khushi is ebbing in Arnav's thought. her heart wrenches with acute pain and a strong pensive expression lurks in the depths of her eyes. Her mind is whirling in the vortex of incisive thoughts. She is so disturbed and needs some respite to communicate with her parents. By staring at the stars, she reminisces the sweet memories of her beloved arnavji, what remained imprinted in her mind and heart with heart rending, soul searing clarity. Sad rabb vey enters the BG to depict her emotion.

She recollects on the night of diwali, how lovingly he put the anklet around her ankle and how he became so desperate to kiss her.

Love this scene as always STARS are their part

In the dark warehouse a frazzle out Arnav is sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. He is looking despondent and wretched. In this gloomy air only one person encompasses his thought and it's Khushi. In a flash, his life seemed took a turn towards an unknown destination, left him bewildered and terrified in its wake. his mind begins drifting towards somnolence and seems in glitch of an invisible cocoon. he is suddenly encompassed by a sensation of dj vu. The familiar gust of wind starts to blow and not in person, but she comes in his dream. His body gets taut at the feelings and his spirit leaves his body to a surreal world of love and peace, where he exists with Khushi.

Beautiful description of their Choti si Duniya

The ambiance of the deserted warehouse changes completely, it is now is embellished with fairy lights which are Khushi's favorites. 👏 The air gets rife with fervent passion,

The ethereal beauty, his Khushi appears in front of him, clad in white and blue, rapts him to the world of forbidden fantasy. Fastidious ASR can't accept him in that filthy vest any more. So he also has changed himself to a pristine white shirt, looking irresistibly hot. Her hair is flying in a silken halo and the tiny blue piece on her torso, the flying white dupatta, makes her sexier than ever. There is a bedazzled expression in his eyes. The resplendent beauty illuminates the despondent air of the warehouse. His mesmerized gaze is bringing forth a deluge of warm colors to her cheeks.

The sexy man in white linen and the innocent beauty with silky chestnut hair resembled Romeo and Juliet.👏

teri meri meri teri
prem kahani hai mushkil.
do lafzon mein yeh bayan na ho paye
ek dooje se hue jooda jab ek dooje ke liye bane

Their song Teri Meri plays. As the song starts, he comes near her and holds her intimately. He touches the bare skin of the intimate parts of her body passionately, makes her heart beat erratic. His own heart also picks up it's rhythm, matching her erratic one. He places his hand on her bare derriere; his hand wraps around her sexy slender waist, He touches her sensitive parts so possessively as if she turned to his wife in true sense. a sensation inhabited, causing their heart to lurch at the sheer enormity of their passion. With so much love, she cups her handsome face in her hand and looks at his eyes with even more passion. Khushi is not a goofy girl any more, Arnav made her a sexy desirable woman.

Yes it was a mating moment in his dream and that shows his extreme passion

but she goes away, what makes him woebegone.

Some days back she came to rescue him. they met and he wanted to mark her his own completely. But he had to leave her again. His turbulence also reflects in his dream. But he knows he will come back again, cause, she can't leave her man alone. So she comes back and holds his handsome face with her beautiful hands.. Then again she evanesces.

To have been given hope, to have been shown a glimpse of a dream, only to have it snatched away so soon! So she comes back running towards him. Her supple body slams against his hard back and she encircles him from behind. he turns and holds her in his loving embrace...

She never left him , he lost her in MU but she was always there

tumhe dil jo lagaya toh jahan maine paya
kyun khuda tuney aisa

mujhe khab dikhaya

jab haqiqat mein use todna tha~~~~~

he sings and smiles looking at her eyes.

he pulls her close to him and his soft bosom collides with his hard one. her body stiffens and she glides down her hand from his shoulder and rests it on his chest, where is heart is pounding for her

He looks at his beautiful Khushi with tender love Their faces are so close to each other and their nose touch. a hot molten fire ignites deep inside them. But she goes away again from him, far far away.

He returns from the surreal world to reality and he finds Khushi nowhere. He hollers Khushi...the disconsolate wind whispers to him. Arnav's deep baritone reverberates in the dark room.

By the poolside Khushi also hears his call, so she turns around with eagerness to see him. Rabba ve intensifies. he is nowhere. And in the dark room of the warehouse Arnav buries his head on his folded hands, wishing to be with his Khushi. he can't stop himself from sinking into an abyss of pain.

I tried to see the nuance of the two teri meri sequence. my POV is, in other teri meri they divulged their suppressed love in the form of dance. But this teri meri was not a dance, but a carnal and sublime dream of Arnav, what he wanted to see since he met Khushi. And today after going through a turbulent journey he dared to dream it. 👏👏

Another point I want to notify, the nuance between Arnav's dream and Khsuhi's dream. I guess I already mentioned it before, that Khushi's dream was innocent and romantic. But Arnav's dream is romantic, but extremely carnal and deep. we can easily measure the depth of his love through his dream. I also noticed that in Khushi's dream she was fully covered, but Arnav imagined Khushi in sexy attire, with barely there clothes. It also shows the sexual attraction of Arnav for Khushi. his touch was intimate and seductive and so as Khsuhi's, the Khushi whom he wanted to see, sexy and bold.

Always ...his way of using his right on her and that is where that keeping Duppatta comes on SR...He wants her to come out of this for him...Bold and expressive

In other teri meri Arnav was a bit controlled to touch her bare skin, but today he doesn't have any hesitation to touch the sensitive parts of her body

My words will be less to describe the passion and sensuality what Barun and Sanaya conveyed in this absolutely sublime teri meri performance. 👏

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgccJyGD3Ws[/YOUTUBE]

credit goes to the maker

gifs credit goes to tumblr.

Absolutely fantastic sohara.👏

terimeri is always physical, but this one ,...yes...carnal and sensual . These dreams were to set boundaries to come out of their shells and accept the passion for each other and that is exactly happening here, i the hut and even i her dream too.

Rhea, Sohara, Faiqa, Indi,

Issk, beautifully brilliant about telepathy.
Can't quote highlight on phone. Maafi.
Each and every word dipped in and dripping the deep surreal understanding / awakening of that moment. I recall your mention on another thread of this fortuitous "usefulness" of separation and discovery of each other in isolation, can't agree more.
My most fav part, the so called non believer finding God in meeting with his love on another level, or so I read it as. You know that Teri Meri came without any Indication for all of us, it is the most sensuous physical longing of that couple portrayed but in effect in paved way to their truly out of the world literal and figurative conversation the next min.
He/ she wants to feel his/her love . Touch feel caress, pour , bury...but the other is unreachable to the tangible senses..
It so added that extra dimension to that far away convo...
Great word choice at her"majesty" ... The woman Khushi is seen rarely coming here to embrace him with open arms with that hamesha..
Oh, I feel totally handicapped not being as to highlight. But beautifully said
Thank you issk

Originally posted by: aarwen

Yahaan na sahi .. shayad kahin aur ek duniya hogi jahaan tum aur main kabhi alag nahi honge..

they have found such a place.. underneath the stars..

now however much the distance.. they can never be afar..